CEO’s Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

Chapter 1169

"Thank you for the ride, and for helping me out today," Yvonne said as she got out of the car in front of Nina's house.

There was no hesitation in her actions, so swift and final that it left Nigel, momentarily stunned. He was used to girls eagerly wanting to establish a connection with him, but Yvonne was different. She seemed eager to distance herself. Feeling a pang of disappointment, Nigel called out, "Aren't you going to invite me in for a moment?"

When Yvonne turned to look at him, he flashed his most charming smile. "I'm suddenly really thirsty. How about a cup of tea?"

Yvonne frowned slightly. "Sorry, I'm just a guest here too. It wouldn't be appropriate. You should head home, Mr. Gibson."

With that, Yvonne turned and quickly walked away without another word.

Watching her retreating figure, Nigel felt a wave of frustration, muttering under his breath, "I'm such an idiot." He realized too late that Yvonne wasn't like the other girls. The usual lines he used didn't work on her, and he cursed himself for not recognizing that sooner.

As the second-floor curtains parted slightly, Nigel caught a glimpse of Yvonne's figure. Her graceful silhouette stirred something in him, igniting a surge of adrenaline.

One rejection wasn't enough to deter him. In fact, it only fueled his resolve. A single setback wasn't going to stop him. He would keep pursuing her, more determined than ever.

and he left

window. When he finally drove away, she turned to Yvonne. "You

and sat down. "No. I'm leaving soon, and I don't want to form any ties with anyone here except for you. Besides,

eyes dimmed with sadness, a heaviness settling over

comfort. "No matter what happened before, believe

not to think about the sad stuff, and now you go and remind me! Looks like you're sleeping with me tonight as

Plus, if you want to get the money to pay

back down,

when something caught her eye. Seeing the receipts jogged her memory She quickly pulled out her phone and checked the security. footage. Every time someone came to collect Yvonne's paintings, it was the same person, arriving in the same car. Everything seemed fine at first glance, but

she spotted

was polite to the staff. But the person who showed up the next day acted cold and distant, almost as if

first painting been displayed at the

she pondered

caught her eye-the

number. It looked familiar. Her mind raced back to the day she and Yvonne were being followed. It was the same car

she pondered the situation, the car's license plate caught